Two Weeks

Summary: Second in the 'Two' series. Yes it's become a series. Two weeks of Cameron taking care of you? Might drive you crazy. Throw in the fact that you're Greg House and well…you do the math. HousexCameron

Disclaimer: Still not owning House.

A/N: Yeah I decided a series might be fun. So support me. Review lots. I love reviews.

Finally. Some peace and quiet, Dr. Gregory House thought as he relaxed on his couch. He winced a bit. His wounds were still a bit tender, but besides that they were basically healed.

He could finally sit down and watch television in peace.

House frowned a bit and muted the tv. He heard a car. He sighed.

"5…" Car door shuts.

"4…" Footsteps.

"3…" Keys jingling.

"2…" Key being turned in the lock.

"1…" Door opens.

"House! What are you doing out of bed?" Allison Cameron asked as she shut the door, carrying two bags.

"I think I walked. Then again, I could have flown." He replied sarcastically, standing up and limping over to grab a bag from her.

"You're still recovering. You should be—"

"Cameron," House interrupted, giving her a look and heading toward the kitchen. "Stop smothering me."

Cameron blinked a bit. "I…I'm not smo—"

"You're smothering me." House repeated, setting the bag down on a counter and unpacking it. "You don't mean to. You think you're taking care of me. But you're smothering me." He looked over at the red-head and saw her crestfallen look, causing him to sigh. "It's not an insult."

"Yes it is." Cameron replied softly into the bag she was unpacking.

"No, it's not." House grabbed the box of crackers in her hand, making her look up at him. "If I had meant it as an insult, it would have been an insult."

Allison didn't reply. She continued to unpack the shopping bag, occasionally sending a glare House's way.

"You're a pain in the ass." Cameron muttered as she began to wash the dirty dishes in the sink.

"I'm a pain in the ass?"

Cameron looked over at him. "Did I stutter?"

"You're the one that's smothering me!"

Cameron turned, sprayer in hand. "Take that back."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me." An amused look appeared on her face as she tilted her head to the side.

House took a step forward and ran straight into a stream of water. He let out a small laugh as he limped toward her without his cane, hands up to keep the water out of his face. His eyes were closed, but he could hear Cameron giggling. His hands grabbed the sprayer and wrenched it from her grasp, turning it against her. Allison let out a small squeal and held her arms up. House let go of the sprayer and the water stopped.

Both of them were dripping wet from their hair to their feet. Cameron chuckled and looked up at him.

"How's your leg?" She asked softly, hoping that he hadn't hurt it even more.

"Leg's fine." House murmured, realizing that they were only a few inches away from each other.

"How about your side and your—"

"Cameron, shut up." House interjected, his eyes grazing over her facial features. He reached up and pushed a strand of her wet hair out of her face.

"Maybe I should finish the dishes."

"They can wait."

"They won't wash themselves."

"I'll do them later."

"No you won't."

House could sense her tremble just a bit and smirked. "Afraid of me?"

"No," she replied firmly, looking him straight in the eye.

"Should be." He whispered, stepping away from her and grabbing his cane, before hobbling back into his living room and plopping onto the couch.

A/N #2: Short. Sweet. I love it.